Childermass rolls his eyes at Norrell's looks. He's immune to the other man's annoyances at this point -- if anything they only irritate him. And he did his job, and did it well. Got her here, no fuss, no fight. She'd even walked herself into the room. Norrell needed to talk to her, and he'd provided him with the means. He can be upset about it all he likes, but fact is fact. Norrell will pay her. And they will get their answers.

"I think you are lying," Childermass says, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder and force her down again. He has been watching her face as she talks. Watching her make her demands and playing it tough, but Childermass can read a face. And the purse of her lips tells him that they have struck a nerve. "I have seen you with them. The boys. They are making trouble in the territory. A lot of trouble. And you and I both know that they are not acting of their own accord."